Although the author of this poem is not known to us, but
for many years during our work we enjoyed sending
it out to our friends in the retail business
during the Christmas time with the hope to keep
their inventory from dropping...
Please enjoy,
Another Night Before Christmas
T'was the night before Christmas
And all through the store
Not a creature was stirring
No one watching the floor.
There was Sally and Mary
Standing near the cash
Giggling and laughing
About the Christmas bash.
A shoplifter walked in
With a slight pitter-patter
But they never looked up
Just continued to chatter.
He looked at the dresses
And once in awhile
He looked at the girls
Who stayed in their aisle.
He knew right away
That this was the night
He could steal what he wanted
And stay out of sight.
Filling up the bag
He carried on his shoulder
You couldn't imagine anyone
Who could be much bolder.
He was so happy and cheerful
He gave a little lick
And when he left the store
He looked like St. Nick.
He walked to his car
Feeling cheerful and bright
Thinking...Merry Christmas
To all and another good night.
The moral of this story
I'm sure you can guess
Is that Loss Prevention at Christmas
Should not be any less.
With inventory approaching
This story I think
May help us to insure
That we have a good shrink.
Author Unknown.
Presented to you by Roger and Birgit Pratcher,
Authors at Author's Den
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Take care,
Sherry
I worked in front line security for 15 years, and Christmas and New Year were an absolute nightmare for shoplifters !
The once a year professional pickpockets and thiefs surfaced like rats out of a pipe...:)
Peter
A shame that something so special as Christmas and the honoring the birth of Christ brings out the sleeze but it happens. Has crime gone up or am I just getting old?
I hope your Christmas was special.
Bob H
You know, I'm more anxious to see what I'm going to write for Exhibitions" than the readers I think! The woes of the technology--will the computer grinch ever let up!?!?
blessin's
cynth'ya
T'was a few nights before christmas and all through the land
Little minds were all sturring with pencils in hand
A great christmas poem they just recently read
and something about it just lodged in their head.
Amazed by an author, with such insite and wit
and thought how the words just all seemed to fit
How could a man, no smarter than I,
have captured such beauty on his very first try.
I studied the lines, memorized the words to the letter
and said to myself, surely I can do better.
I'll give it a try, I know that I could,
write a christmas peom that will be just as good.
To my notepad I fly and the hours go by
and the words by the hundreds flow free
I first rearrange them, but then always change them
cause their meanings somehow don't agree
After hours of struggle and toil and trying
I find that my writing just isn't flying
Embarrassed by knowing , I have nothing to share
the results of my writing could never compare
Like most defeated , I sarcasticly lash back
and poke fun at the good and try make it look black
But would it be better, these peoms to enjoy
rather than finding humor in what I can destroy.
Sarcasim exists only in the defeated.
By Jim Berner 12/5/05
Regis
Truly this should be posted on every retail bulletin board across this country!
Thanks for the memories!
Lisa